Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.